Elijah very nearly did cry then, though he choked it off. And maybe the moonlight would hide the shining in his eyes? Erato was exquisite. There was no other word for her. And no fucking kidding she was a muse, because she was inspiring all kinds of things in him.
He reached out, slowly and reverently, and he placed his hands at her sides. He slid them upwards, taking his time to enjoy the smooth feeling of her skin under his fingers. His hands swept forward to take hold of her breasts, and he moaned, as he leaned in to kiss her again, voraciously.
Oh god, would she let him go down on her? Would he remember how?! As he kissed her, all he could think about was how she would taste against his tongue.